the last sin
  pale ashen sky
a bleary eye
clouds of recurring screams...
i am a zoo
  an octopus leviathan
tentacles into an ocean
of unformed emotions...
syphilis and love  
  syphilitic pall
stifles the clear blue
i contort...
shell and pearl
  amidst highs and lows
in life's ocean flows
a shell peony-mouthed...
i am an unmarried mother
  fed on stings
of barbed milk morality
my child-plankton...
the lovers
  cell upon cell
bridge of their union
hung on the pillars...
  ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture...
the young today
  innocence thaws
at the altar
of ambition...

Battle of the Cells, Part 4

Her eyes are now sunken
Solitary small shiny balls in a hollow
Her bones stiff and skin dry
Her shoulders skeletal and body wiry
Her spirits resolute till a few days back
Are also giving way to restlessness
She can’t eat and is surviving on water
And a few spoons of lentil and curd
Sometimes there’s a faraway look
In her drooping eyes
In her Buddha face
I try to cheer her up
Ma, life is good
And now you are ready
For another evolution
Be strong and happy
She says almost in a whisper
“I try but the body has its ways”
Then a reassuring: “I am happy”
Marauding cells are scoring
Minor victories inside her

And I pray for a peaceful transition

13 March 2008